There is one way in this country in which all men are created equal—there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is the court.

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

Atticus had said it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in, not about what you were interested in.

Finders were keepers unless title was proven.

If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand something. I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time. It's because he wants to stay inside.

Things are never as bad as they seem.

Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan... The Ku Klux's gone... It'll never come back.